Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. I own a copy of the game Skyrim and love playing it, but I do not own Victorious, which I have no power in the world to buy, nor the money to even buy it x.x.

A/N: OK, I really really really just wanted to get out a chapter as soon as I could. It has been harder but now I have more to do and I just want to finish this story damn it! I don't believe that it's close to being done, though. There's much more that can be written. But, since I have missed these past two weeks, I'm hoping to make it up by writing a longer than normal chapter. Normally it's around 3500 to 4000 words, but this time its like 4600 words...like anyone cares. If anyone notices mistakes, I've been unable to fix them. I tried rereading it but I am oh, so tired. So...enjoy this! I'll try to write faster next time. (This took like 2.5 hours in itself).

There was only one thing running through my mind: Get the hell out of here.

I didn't bother to cover up the noises that Cat and I were making; slamming of doors, stomping of feet, etc. It really didn't matter at this point because everyone important knew that we were fleeing. There wasn't another choice, actually. It was either run or fight, and I would think that Delta knew how to lock me up if I chose to fight her right then and there.

Cat didn't say a word as we sprinted through the school and into the parking lot. It was stupid of me to have parked so far in the back with me praying that every step that was taken, the gang was left behind. When we got to my car, I unlocked doors and let go of the girl's hand to run around to the driver's seat.

"Well?" I questioned Cat. I was already seated and she was just standing outside of the door warily, confused as ever. "Are you getting in?"

"Where are we going?" she asked timidly.

"Somewhere." I paused. "Anywhere…away from here." I decided to end the answer there. I honestly had no clue where to go but it was obvious that staying here was pretty much suicide.

I gave up trying to persuade the girl and turned on the car after buckling my seatbelt. My hands grasped the steering wheel angrily. I wasn't angry at Cat. Really, I couldn't even place myself in her shoes. I was angry at the world. Something good happened for once in my life and I didn't even have to chase it. It literally came to my house all wrapped up in leaves and twigs. But of course it had to come with a price. Every good thing in life comes with something bad.

I was still thinking to myself when I heard the passenger's door close and another seatbelt buckle. Guess Cat was coming along for the ride.

No other noise was made as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back towards my house. Of course I had a plan. I wouldn't just ditch school to run away without a plan. Only nimrods and idiots would do that. The entire course of the ride was silent, though. This lack of noise after an episode full of it was really giving me a migraine.

After about 10 minutes of thinking to myself, I glimpsed over at Cat to see how she was doing. Her head was bent forward with a sad expression. A closer look showed me that she was peering down at the picture that I saw during class. She must've swiped it up with her bag before I rushed us out of there. I could understand why she would choose that thought to think about. We were both so happy, so carefree, and right in that moment, nothing bad was happening. Oh, how I wished I could just jump into the picture and return to that time.

Unfortunately, I couldn't dwell on that memory. I had pulled up to my house intended on making a break in. My father already thought of me as a criminal. It was about time that I actually made his deranged thoughts a reality.

"Stay here," I muttered. If Cat heard me, she didn't acknowledge it.

I shook off the emotions and stepped out of my car. I had to think. My step mom didn't work at all. She's a lazy ass who has dad bring in the money for all the crap that she supposedly needs. My dad was surely fine with that, seeing as he loved the patriarchy idea. "Men are the ones that bring home the food and women are the ones that prepare it in the kitchen." Do you blame me for being a lesbian? But, seeing as how my step mom didn't care for my existence either, I believed that I could sneak in and out of the house without much trouble.

I checked my phone: 10:00 on the dot. I was praying that my dad didn't come home early. If anything, that was my top concern.

My feet took careful steps. Every time I placed my toe down, I made sure to do it as carefully as I could. I really didn't know my step mom's abilities when it came to sensing a break-in. For all I knew, she would be sleeping on the couch with the television on. But when I finally made it to the door, I creaked it open a bit to find her awake in the kitchen, making a damn sandwich. I shook my head to myself. This would happen in my family.

"HAHAHA what a joke! Oprah? Diet? HA!" my step mom laughed at the T.V. with a horrible snort to it. Not like she shouldn't use a diet either.

I quickly squeezed through the tiny area that I made for myself and closed the door while my step mom continued go laugh at whatever the hell she was watching. Probably some show that made fun of celebrities. There's numerous of those on nowadays.

I've come to realize that I can't even walk through my house anymore. I had to sneak and hide and hope that I wasn't found. It really was as if I didn't live here at all. Maybe I never really belonged.

Crawling to my parents' bedroom, I continued listening in on the crazy bitch. If I was just watching from outside, I would find this hilarious. Lucky for me, I was inside, threatened to be caught, and if the lady was quiet for more than a second, I knew that I was caught.

It was a pretty good thing that their bedroom wasn't very far from mine nor the kitchen. I made it there in only a few minutes and snuck in without a problem.

"Ok…ok…what to steal."

My plan was money and credit cards. I was going to drive to the bank and take all that it was worth, leaving the cards empty as well as my parents' bank accounts. Maybe I wouldn't take everything. They normally just go by what they were able to get throughout the week and cash it in about twice a year. Eventually they would find out that they were robbed, but I would hope that they wouldn't put together my run away and the robbery. I thought that it was a logical plan, considering how I was going to get out of state ASAP.

To start the plan off, I went over to my dad's bed and stuck my hand in his pillowcase. Years of watching him stuff money in there while he wasn't looking has finally paid off. I pulled out my hand with a bunch of hundreds in my fist. I would leave some, of course, to make it seem like I didn't take anything. There were a lot of hundreds, though. Dad was planning to go to the bank this month. I also checked in his drawers and literally, in his drawers, his freaking underwear, was where he hid his credit cards. Once I'm done with those things, they were going into the incinerator and my hands would be washed a million times with acid.

That raid was done. The next thing I had to do was go into my bedroom. I'm not an idiot. If I was caught by my step mom, I would make it seem like I came home to get something for school. Do you know how easy it is for people to believe that lie? Very.

After slipping in and out of my bedroom, I came out with a box filled with stuff that's close to me. I don't really remember what was in that box, but I figured that if I was never coming back to this place, I might as well bring it with me.

"Alright, that's it," I said to myself. Why? Hell, I don't know. I felt like I was going nuts and insane so I guess doing something that I could control would make me feel better. Stupid me should've kept quiet.

"Huh?" my step mom staggered. I saw it too. She was just about to sit in the chair with a sandwich on plate when she heard me speak. The woman turned around and I found both of our eyes locked together.

Her washed out brown eyes looked angrily into mine as her slow brain put together the facts. I was here when I should be in school. I was sneaking around when I shouldn't be. I was in trouble. She had full command.

"What are YOU doing here?" she asked me, spit flying out of her mouth. I found it hard to believe that two utterly putrid beings were able to find each other and end up married. I found it even worse that I was stuck with them.

"I came back here to pick up some stuff for school." I showed her the box, my hand unconsciously covering the pocket filled with the money and credit cards.

"You're not supposed to be here. I got no call from your school."

I looked away in a bored-like manner, making it seem that I didn't care about this conversation. If I had actually paid attention, I would have notice that the woman picked up a phone.

"You don't need a call from school if I signed myself out."

"Says who?" I still wasn't looking as she dialed numbers on the device.

"Says my school?" I finally looked back to find that she did have a phone in her hand. "What's that for?"

"Oh, this? I was going to chuck it at your head if you didn't cooperate. Tell me why you're actually home."

I scowled at her and she did the same.

"I fucking told you. I came here to get some stuff."

"You're father and I had a talk, Jade. You've been acting pretty strange lately. We knew you were up to no good."

My head angrily shook with all this stupidity coming out of her mouth.

"Do you NOT SEE this box in my hand? This was all I had to get from home."

"Then WHY didn't I SEE you come in the door? You had to have snuck in!"

"YOU WERE DAMN BUSY WATCHING TELEVISION AND MAKING A FUCKING SANDWICH!"

After my yell, everything paused.

"This sandwich?" My mother looked at me and smiled. I knew something was wrong. That woman only smiled when she had a pretty damn good plan up her sleeve. "Oh, it's for your father."

"My fath-"

As if on cue, I heard a car door slam outside followed by yet another yell.

"The hell is going on here?"

My feet were moving before my brain registered anything. I didn't make it to the door, though. Mrs. Ugly stopped me with her body, holding me back.

"You're not going anywhere," she hissed.

"And who the fucking hell are you!" I heard the man scream outside. He found Cat. Daddy found Cat.

I heard a squeak and some shuffling happen outside. A car door opening and slamming. Feet pounding on cement. I kept trying to fight out of the grip of my step mom but surprisingly, she was able to keep push me away.

"I said, WHO ARE YOU?"

"JADE!" Cat screamed for me. Her calling my name sent jolts through my body. I shoved against my step mom, pushing her to the wall, and tripped. I tried to stand up but out of nowhere, a heavy weight landed on me and I was stuck on the ground.

"JADE HELP!" I heard Cat scream again.

"Cat!" I yelled but not as loudly as I hoped. Step mom's fat ass shortened my breath.

"Your voice is familiar, little girl. But you're trespassing on my territory. You know that? You could be sent to jail," I heard my father say.

Another shuffling of doors and feet and some slamming into metal.

"JADE!"

"Wait a second. I know where I heard that before. You were the voice from last night. So you were the person that Jadelyn was keeping over. Oh, you shouldn't have. You really shouldn't have."

"No-!"

The sound stopped short with a thud.

That made me snap.

"Get. The hell. OFF OF ME!" I used all the energy I had to force the weight off of my body, causing the woman to fly across the floor and hit the very couch that she was going to put her lazy ass on.

I got to my feet in a second's moment, picked up the box, and sprinted to the door. I almost broke it off of the hinge when I opened the door to find a crumpled Cat in the grass with my terrifyingly angered father standing over her.

"Leave her alone!" I shouted, about ready to release my fists anywhere they needed to go.

I was expecting another fight but was instead greeted with calmness. It seemed like my entrance sucked away all the anger that my dad had. Remember earlier when I said that it would be better if he released it all at once instead of calmly doing things? Being calm meant that he had a plan, too.

"Welcome to the party, Jadelyn."

His head turned toward me, but his body was still facing Cat.

"I-" I staggered. "I said leave her alone."

My father was shaking his head slowly, making tsk sounds.

"You should know the consequences for trespassing, Jade. A man owns a property; a man can do anything he wants on it."

I heard a click and gasped.

"Don't be stupid, father," I attempted.

"Stupid? This girl here broke so many laws. She snuck into my house, had SEX with my daughter, and now she's back again for something else? It's a damn crime to be gay as well. Time for her to get her punishment. I said I'd punish you both, didn't I?"

The gun was finally seen. A nice little silver pistol that had enough power to murder in one shot. It was pointed at me.

"Killing a person would send you to jail, too."

He shook his head again and turned his body around towards me so that I was his complete attention.

"Not if I have a right to do so."

He cocked the gun and extended it towards me.

I didn't know what to do. Duck? Dodge? Throw myself at him hoping that I would punch him before he pulled the trigger? I knew that the old man was crazy enough to do something like this, that he wouldn't bluff. So, I ended up just standing in my spot, my eyes closed, too stunned to do anything, knowing that this was the end. I had a flash of thoughts in my mind. Pictures, images, memories, sounds, smells, all of that good stuff. The smell of fresh baked cookies that Cat had brought in one day for our group of friends. The sounds of laughter and giggles that were so lovely that it made me smile. My first kiss from Beck, just to be replaced by my first kiss from Cat. The time that we were at the amusement park and Cat wanted to take a picture but I didn't, just to end up doing it anyways so that it was a captured moment kept in a girly frame for Cat to forever enjoy. All of those moments and thoughts ran across my mind, and I knew that the one place that I was truly happy was with Cat, no matter where it was. So if I were to die today, at least I would've died by someone that I actually loved.

The bullet was released, along with the horrible sound of a barrier breaking.

But it was off course.

It didn't go at me. Instead, it went to my side, in the direction of the house.

I heard screams.

I heard movement as someone was trying to wrestle with someone else.

I finally opened my eyes.

What I found didn't make sense.

My dad was being wrestled to the ground by a redhead, my redhead. The gun was feet away from them, right at the wheel of my car. My dad was trying to force his way out of Cat's grips towards me, but not towards me. His arms were reaching at the house, his eyes filled with fear and panic. I turned to see what he was reaching for and discovered blood everywhere by the front door, a woman's body on the floor. She was the source of the flood. My step mom's body which was covered with crumbs from bread was now covered with red sticky liquid.

I whipped my head back towards the scuffle before me and was finally able to get my gears working again. My dad had crawled his way out from under Cat's small body. He must've been too shocked to gain strength beforehand.

He ran to my step mom. I ran to Cat.

She was crying. Tears of sorrow and fear were escaping like waterfalls down her red cheeks.

I didn't know what to say. I was still stunned. I had no emotion. I just grabbed Cat's arm to help her up and led her to my car. I quickly buckled her seatbelt before closing the door and hurried to the other side. I was about to do the same thing for me, but I noticed the silver object by the tire that was going to end my life. I decided that it had better purpose, so I picked it up and took it with me.

I considered shooting my father. We were going to be on the news tonight without a doubt. He would make up some sort of lie about how I murdered my step mom or how Cat was the redheaded demon and shot everything and everyone.

I thought otherwise.

Someone needed to stay alive. I wasn't sure why at that moment but I knew that it was the right thing, regardless of my conscience. It was the right thing if I was to be successful in the future.

I reached over to Cat's bag and pulled out a container. I saw her do this multiple times so I wasn't clueless on what to do. I opened the container and took out what was in it, not looking at what I had picked. I then rushed out the door to my father. He was crying by my step mother's head, trying to contact the paramedics. When he finally got a connection to them, he wasn't able to say a thing. I kicked him in the back of the head and knocked him out. Afterwards, I reached down to pour a couple of multicolored pills into his mouth for him to swallow. Hopefully that would put him in a coma or something.

Finally. Finally, finally, finally. We escaped out of there. I had a pocket full of money and a belt with a gun. Not to mention a couple of new scars on the heart. Cat and I were alive, though. She was alive. And that's all that mattered.

We were on the road heading nowhere in particular again. It had been quiet the entire hour and a half that I had been driving. Ever since I sped away from the house of horrors, we both had been too afraid to say anything.

It was so quiet that I thought that Cat had accidentally gotten shot while I wasn't looking.

"Please say something," I pleaded. I wanted to hear her voice; it was the only thing that kept that bad memories at bay.

She was still silent. I didn't dare look at her. If I saw her miserable again, I would turn infinitely sad. The both of us couldn't be sad. One of us had to stay strong.

"I got us money, Cat. We're set to live where we want. I'll get a job and we can try for GEDs and go to college. We're almost 18. We can change our names then, get new papers and be new people."

There was no sound on the other side of the car. I risked a look to find the girl sleeping, her head laying on the window, her expression at peace. I was grateful, as well as envious. I wish I could be in the world that she's escaped to.

I pulled up to some motel whose name I really could care less about. It looked legitimate, and looked like someone wouldn't normally come in to shoot people up. Only on rare days.

I had a gun now so, instead of some scissors, I could actually threaten a stranger and they'd believe me. I've been told that my looks could kill. That could be taken on a sexual and serious note.

Cat was still sleeping. I would've guessed that what happened would knock her out. I was getting tired myself. My body was rushing on adrenaline, although my brain was shut off from emotions.

I once again stepped out of my car leaving Cat behind, hoping that this time things wouldn't be hectic. For once, I wondered how I looked. Cat really was out of it. Her clothing was covered with grass and dirt, probably covered with sweat as well. It was ripped in places. Definitely from a fight. As being in one myself, I must've been misshapen. Oh well.

A bell rung with a cheery tune when the door opened into the main office. Some bored guy reading what I presume was a porn magazine was stationed at the front desk.

"Yes?" he asked, not even bothering to look up from some chick's boobs.

"I want a room," I demanded.

My voice must've broken him from his trance because he looked up sharply. I guess he didn't like what he saw because his eyes grew in fright and he looked back down, obviously no longer reading his magazine.

"F-for how long?"

I pondered that for a good, long second. We probably would stake out here until things were better, until we knew what was up. Then, I guess we'd go from there.

"Tonight for now. If I decide to stay longer, I'll pay you later for the extra days."

"Uhm."

He had no time to debate anything because I took out a hundred from my pocket and placed it on the desk.

"This should cover it," I stated.

"This would be more than enough…" the guy muttered while taking out a key and handing it to me. He then spoke up to ask, "Do you want your change back?"

"Naw," I replied, swiping the key from his hands and making my way out. "If this covers more days then that's good." It would mean that we won't be bothered.

When I got back to the car, Cat was in a frenzy. She was looking around, petrified, but when her eyes finally settled on me, she calmed down.

"You're okay," she breathed.

"Of course I would be."

I got back into the car and drove around until I found our room.

"I thought…I was scared…" Cat was trying to say.

I understood, though. She's still trying to get over what previously happened. Since I kind of disappeared again, Cat's mind went to horrifying places.

"It's alright," I hushed her. "Everything is going to be okay."

She just shook her head and looked the other way. I doubt that I could've even guessed what was running around in her head. In my own, I was trying to figure out what to do now. I guessed that recovering really was the best thing to do now. I just…I just couldn't believe what had happened. We did it. We actually did it. We ran away, my horrible step mother was killed, and now we're on the run. If I was going to get a nightmare tonight, I had a good guess about what would happen in it.

I didn't help the poor girl out this time. I just wont to the room, unlocked it, and took our bags inside. Cat had actually brought her clothes from the previous day, so at least she had something to change into. As for myself…oh well. Just plain under wardrobe for me. It was only Cat anyways.

The door opened with a loud creak to acknowledge that Cat had finally followed me into the room.

"Do you want to shower first?" I asked.

I heard her reply a quiet yes before she went into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower started running, beats of tiny water droplets hitting the shower walls. It was a lovely tune; could drown out any other thought available.

My brain figured that now was a good time to check things.

I took out my PearPhone and checked the Slap. What better place to find out gossip?

Tori Vega: Guess who ran out today w/ innocent Cat. Jade of course! Doesn't she have better things to do than to steal the vulnerable?

I scowled at that post. Of course Vega's would be the top one, talking about how I supposedly damaged Cat's reputation again. I looked at the comments, which weirdly brought up my mood.

Beck: Come on, Tori. You kind of kissed her girlfriend out of blue. How would you react if something like that happened to you?

Tori: But it was super dramatic. Can't she calm down?

Beck: Just back off, Tori.

Sinjin: Yeah. It wasn't Jade's fault anyways. There's nothing wrong w/ her.

How was it that I was a bunch of miles away, going to girls after being with Beck, and Sinjin is still after me? Some people I will never understand.

I was about to read the status below it regarding Rex, who always has the latest news, when I heard something in the bathroom. It wasn't the running water that I was getting used to. It was…crying. Cat was crying simple sobs that were attempted to be hidden with the water.

I put my phone down, figuring that Cat was worth more than a stupid status update.

I didn't allow myself to enter just yet. I wasn't going to just go in there and as if she was alright. I stripped off my clothes, tossed them to the side, and then I quietly entered the bathroom. She didn't even know I was coming. My body slipped into the shower with ease. I saw her crying then. Her head was bent like in the car and tears were freely running down her cheeks. Her cheeks and nose were the same pink color.

My hands wrapped around her naked body from behind and she gave a slight gasp, but she rested against my body. It was tan on top of pale, but it seemed to match perfectly. Her red hair collided with my black and blue hair to create a mess of color as I rested my chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck softly. It was then that I noticed the dark bruises on her sides and legs. They were a horrible mixture of black and blue and a little bit of red in between. No pill would ever save this girl from the memories.

"I love you, Caterina," I murmured into her skin while feeling her body gain goosebumps. I really just wanted her to know that. If anything in this loveless world, I wanted her to know that there was a little bit of love in it.

"I love you, too," she let out, another streak of salty water fell and landed on my arm.

"I promise that I will protect you."